Luka And Adrien Novels & Stories

"I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you be my mate?" Lila's eyes filled with tears, and she threw her arms around Marcus's neck. "Yes, of course, I will," she said. "I love you too, Marcus." From that day forward, Marcus and Lila were inseparable. They worked together, fought together, and loved each other fiercely. They knew that they had found their place within the pack, and they were determined to protect it at all costs. She and Marcus did training together,hunted for food together, cooked together and did a lot of things together.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…

the man muttered, thoughtful. “I am Leonhard, alpha of the Lunar Eclipse pack—or what remains of it. This woman in my arms is my incredible Luna, Victoria. We have been imprisoned separately for the last thirteen years by Fiona and her witches. We are your parents, our dear Liira,” Leonhard said, never taking his eyes off me. How do I know this is true? How can I believe something so unbelievable? I was confused, overwhelmed. I had no idea what to do next. I looked at Jackson, hoping he had answers—but he was just as perplexed as I was.

"Luca, this is Adrian Castellane. His family runs the eastern territories." "Adrian, please." He turned fully to me now, and I felt Damian's hand clench on my waist. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Luca. Any friend of Damian's is... well, I was going to say a friend of mine, but I'm not sure Damian has friends." There was humor in his voice, but also genuine warmth. It threw me off balance. "Nice to meet you," I said, shaking his offered hand. His grip was firm but not aggressive. And when he didn't immediately let go, I felt Damian's entire body go rigid beside me.

“So what are their names?” Kaia smiles like she has won a prize. “This wild child is Morgan. The stoic princess is Fauna. And the boy is Alaric.” I purse my lips angrily. “How many people have you told?” Kaia immediately lowers her head. “None.” Guilt consumes me. I shouldn’t have snapped at her. Perhaps Lobo is right, and Alora is making me soft. Still, I find the need to apologize to the small witch standing in front of me with tears streaming down her face.

I say voicing out the thought that has been on my mind all night "What do you mean you won't" mom asked from the entrance as she and dad came and sat down, great an unplanned family meeting "I still want Olivia as my Luna and wife" "Lucas" my dad said standing up and I could feel his anger from where I stood "I love Olivia and I didn't find my mate yesterday either, it's not my fault she wasn't there and I won't leave my pack to look for her, Olivia Kai will be my wife and luna I say with finality.

Alpha Yon didn’t lie to me about how to use the pink candle. “Answer my question honestly. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell Alpha Andrew.” I tried to reassure him. My jaw tightened while I was waiting for him to speak. It took a long time for him to make his voice come out. Doubt and sadness were in his eyes. “I never dated the late Luna Auretta.” Warrior Johan shook his head with tears in his eyes. “I regret lying. The late Luna Auretta was a very good person. I want to apologize to her, but I can’t.” Warrior Johan shook his head and took a deep breath.

No matter how much I fight it, the past clings to me, a constant reminder. Being Luna means endless events and pack politics. The biggest thorn in my side? Alliance proposals from the Iron Claw Pack, each one hand-written by Elijah himself. Each one gets a firm rejection. A few months back, our paths crossed at an event. He looked…different. We didn’t talk as an urgent matter demanded my attention. Drake, Dory, and Irene are still my closest friends. Yet, they don’t mention Elijah in our call conversations. It's like they're hiding something.

Tired. “Because you tried.” Before I could blink, he kissed me. Soft. Desperate. Warm. His hand curled into my shirt. I froze. For a second—just a second—I almost kissed him back. I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I pulled away. “Adrien,” I said, gently gripping his wrist. “You’re grieving.” “I know.” “You’re not thinking clearly.” “I am.” His voice cracked. “I am thinking clearly. I just—please, Luca—please. I need something that doesn’t hurt.”

“You think showing up here is some kind of power move? Because it’s not working.” His smirk widened. “Whatever you say, nightfang.” I was about to say something else when Eli cleared his throat, drawing both our attention back to him. “Some of us are trying to eat in peace here.” He said with a frown. Lucas kept his attention glued onto me as he glared into my soul. “Tell me the truth Adrian. Are you sure you hate me or do you just hate the fact that you can't beat me?” My wolf bristled, pushing against my control. He had made it mad.“Careful, Rayne.”